I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know, clearly, how I feel.
I woke up this morning with 2040 hours left to go – and now there’s 2033 left.
It isn’t that I’m keeping track of time exactly – but I am keeping track of everyday because I ought to.
I woke up this morning and had breakfast – got a stomach ache – but then continued on with my morning exercise and routine and now I’m back and working on my schedule while drinking black coffee.
There’s calls to be made and soon.
There’s things to be done but everything seems to be a mess.
I try again, refocus, shut the door, turn everything off, everything seems bleak.
Yet, I know this is still the right decision regardless.
It just won’t be easy.
All those personal problems can and must take a backseat, because you know you’re only partially still thinking about them because you don’t want to jump in head first and do real work, but you must – time is running out, hour by hour, think about your promise, think about the time you won’t have – wasn’t that what made you quit in the first place?
Don’t stop now.
You only have 2032 hours now.
What are you going to do?